Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a building settling me
My figure female framed
In the threshold of the
Door floorboards with every opening

a rough history of bedroom scenes
The plot hard to
The obscured in the fields of sheets
Slowly the stains of seasons spent lying there

Red and brown leaves fallen
The of an eternal cycle
Fading with the wash
And the cycle

an unfamiliar smell
Like my misspelled or misspoken
A cycle
The sound of strong

Stalking, about their prey
the way hammer meets nail
Pounding, say
Pounding out the of attraction

a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more wanted than the journey
it was owed to them
Steel toed they

And I'm wondering why this of men
Maybe it's because I'm
And like a baby I'm on them
To me

I am a work in
Dressed in the of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of
Rhythms never come clean